Original © 2002 iraussieguy, translation - © 2016 as400 (eroticspace.info)

* WRC - World Rally Championship, world rally championship.

August in Finland, long summer days and short dark nights. All day I climbed in the coniferous forests, admiring them and removing the cars and their crews participating in the WRC. The weather was warm, in the woods - damp because of the hours of pouring rain, and as a result I was soaked like a mouse, even in water-repellent clothes.

And finally, I am again in my room, in the hotel Sorahuon, in the center of Finland, and it will be midnight soon. The hotel owners were very pleased with me; they spoke excellent English, which was very useful for one completely non-local tourist who had no foot in Finnish. And when I saw the Australian flag flying on the roof - they hung it in my honor - I fell. My room was small, but very cozy and comfortable; and when I got out of my wet clothes, a sudden thought came to me - to finally try their sauna and relax after that terrible day.

So, I undressed, tied a towel on my belt, put on a dressing gown and walked along the corridor to the door with the word “SAUNA”. I pushed, opening up - in front of me was a small waiting room with ice water and a box in which small birch rods lay. He drank some water - it seemed to me that the heat in the sauna would dry up the body, but the purpose of the bars was incomprehensible to me and I decided not to touch them.

I took off my bathrobe and quietly opened the door to the empty sauna, opening it. As I entered, I thought that it was certainly hot here, but not at all in the way that I was afraid. Seated on a low bench, I noticed the heater, but decided not to touch it — it’s absolutely not clear how to handle this hellish machine. I sat on a hard board, relaxing and letting tiredness leave my exhausted muscles at ease.

From the pleasant sleep I pulled out the sound of a door that suddenly opened. I thought that at this time I would definitely be alone here, but now, it seems, I have a company. The northern goddess descended into the room; a tall, slender blonde, and only a small towel covered the innermost.

“Khivaa of a house,” she smiled at me, as if there was nothing unusual about relaxing with a complete stranger at night.

“Excuse me, do you speak English?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes, of course,” she replied. - I wished good morning.

- Oh, and good morning to you.

“You have an unusual accent,” the goddess remarked, sitting down on the bench. - Where are you from?

- Generally from Australia, you are unlikely to meet our brother here.

“Indeed, you are the first,” she laughed softly. - And where is your kangaroo, he does not like a bath?

- Alas, I had to leave home. Export restrictions, all affairs ...

- Touch, I admit, stupid question. And if it's not a secret, are you just a tourist or? ..

“Yes, yes,” I replied. - I photograph the Finnish stage rally.

- Oh really? Super, I am also here for this, I love motor racing. By the way, my name is Inga, what about you? - eyes lit up, switched to "you".

- And I - Rick, glad to meet you.

To meet a fan of rally sports, in a sauna, deep in the night - stunned coincidence. Inga and we chatted about the rally and life as she approached the heater and poured some water onto his casing, instantly hiding in clouds of steam. The temperature has risen significantly - droplets of condensate have settled on our bodies, and it became really hot for me. I learned that Inga is divorced and lives in a town 150 km from here, and the rally for her is an annual pilgrimage, as well as for thousands of her compatriots.

Suddenly, without a declaration of war, she got up from the bench, took off the towel, put it on the bench and lay face down. My eyes almost got out of orbit when I saw her beautiful, poured breasts and - for a moment - a well-groomed triangle of hair beneath her belly. Yeah, the truth is the night of surprises.

Inga turned around and saw me staring at her body.

- Rick, I didn’t think that you don’t like that ... I didn’t want to embarrass you.You do not hesitate, for us it is normal to bathe naked.

“Okay, if you don't mind ...” I got a little stuck, trying unsuccessfully to look away from her full buttocks.

She sent me a grin and we continued to talk about our homeland, and, of course, about the WRC. The heat was growing stronger, and droplets of water flowed from me to the floor.

- Rick, I see you without the habit of a bath. I'll go get you some water.

With these words, Inga rose and, naked, walked past me to the door. She returned with a glass of water and a bunch of twigs. Without any shame, she leaned over and handed me the bars and water. I thanked her, feeling my dick begin to show her own will, and trying to figure out what to do with the bars in my hand.

Inga again lay down on the bench, looked at me and uttered words that would radically change my plans for the next few days.

- Rick, do a good deed, burn me a little.

- to bed you? Here it is?

“Yeah,” she smiled broadly. - For us, a bath without a birch is not a bath. Remarkably stimulates the skin and promotes blood circulation. Come to me, I'll show you.

I swam a little before my eyes as I approached her, and the towel in front noticeably bulged.

- Hold the rod like this and start quilting. - Inga tried to keep a serious look, obviously aware of my problems with a towel.

“Oh, Inga, if you ask ...” I replied, lightly slapping the rod on her delicious halves.

- Rick, what is it? Come on, be bolder!

Who am I to refuse a goddess? I pressed the rod with force into her gentle ass once, the other ...

- Yes, yes, pokleschs on the legs, on the back, mmm-ahhh ... - pushed me Inga.

White, smooth skin began to turn pink under the rods, in some places red, slightly swollen stripes appeared, but she groaned with pleasure that I could not afford to stop. Suddenly, Inga rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs wide and throwing her hands behind her head - on the heavy, beautiful breasts of dark nipple raisins.

Her eyes shone with excitement and passion.

“Now go ahead, Rick, this is so nice!”

I took a fresh rod and lightly stitched on her beautiful chest. More and more traces appeared on her body, but she demanded to continue, so my hand with a bundle of thin, wet and intolerable forest-smelling twigs with rare leaves lifted steadily and moved down from the chest to the flat tummy with a moist lash. Reaching almost to the pubis, I looked into her eyes and she nodded to me - "continue." The twigs with leaves stroked her bit several times, and I switched to her slender thighs. Inga made hoarse, long cries of pleasure, when I, no longer restraining myself, knocked her in front. And when the tips of the twigs dug into her tender lips, Inga's body bent from the orgasm that had pierced through it. I threw the bars on the floor, watching as the northern goddess beats in ecstasy on a wooden bench.

Soon she calmed down - her eyes were wild, her chest heaving heavily from the heat - inside and out.

A stray smile lit up her face as she looked at me - and laughed.

- Rick, it was ... it was awesome. And as I see - for you too!

Just now I looked down at the fucking towel ... lying on the floor and my dick standing at attention. I just shrugged and grinned back, thinking about a possible continuation.

Inga struggled to her feet, picked up our towels and walked to the door.

- Come on, Rick, both of us still need to cool down and wash, and then I will help ... solve your question.

Quickly throwing a bathrobe, we went into the corridor, where Inga grabbed my hand and led me to my room. She insisted that I drink more cold water, and then dragged me into the shower. Cool jets pulled out the extra heat from our bodies while we soaped and washed each other. At first, Ingin's soap palms slid over me, washing away the sweat — I noticed that she was paying much more attention to my boyfriend than he should have. When she finished, she handed me a bar of soap and put her hands behind her head, completely trusting her wash to me. I started from the neck and shoulders and quietly moved lower in her perfect body. The scars from the birch twigs were still visible, but fell quickly.

I put my palms on her elastic breasts, slid lower, to a flat stomach, then, sitting down, with circular movements, I massaged my hips and firm, like a nut, muscular ass. Grateful moans were a reward to me - I, teasing, ran my fingers through my lower lips and buttocks, and went down to my knees and feet. In the end, I straightened up, took a shower watering can and we washed the remains of foam from our bodies. Then I gently pushed her into the corner of the shower, switching the massage tip. Prickly streams of water struck directly into her bosom, and Inga screamed with pleasure. The second orgasm of that night covered her head.

I turned off the water and helped Inge to get out and dry out - after a shower she could barely stand. During this time, she recovered a bit and helped me dry off, too, and then pulled me back to the room. We stood near the bed and kissed, deeply and sweetly, for the first time, and I felt her palm grab my dick and start stroking, bringing it to full readiness. When we were finally stuck together, she pushed me onto the bed and jumped in next. I was lying, the dick was looking at the ceiling, and Inga, a wild cat, grinning, comes close to me on all fours. Leaning over my riser, she kissed the head and began to lick the whole trunk with long movements, from the bottom up. Then, opening her mouth wide, she slowly, surely swallowed it to its full length. It was as if I had gone to heaven - no one had ever done such a blow job to me. Time after time Inga raised and lowered her blond head, sucking my horseradish and making me experience inexplicable pleasure.

I even did not see such skills in porn - she easily took all my considerable trunk, right up to the throat, and then stopped for a minute, burying my nose in my hair. I kept the last effort, but soon I felt a familiar weight in my balls, a forerunner of an orgasm. She must have felt that I was close — pulling out, she nodded to me, and took it again. Her nod worked like a switch and I began to cum, filling it with my own seed and, frantically moving my hips, fucked her mouth. Inga took everything, without uttering a drop, and in the half-light I saw her swallowed ... yes, she knew how and loved to give pleasure. And only having convinced that she sucked every last drop, she released my boyfriend from captivity and slipped to me.

“Nice way to say thanks, mm?” For the bath ... and for the shower.

- You're a miracle, Inga. For me, too, everything was a joy, as well as all the same, that we met.

- Yes, it was super. Okay, let's sleep now, it was a long day.

With these words, she clung to me, hugging my hand by the neck. Both of us soon fell asleep, and I didn’t seem to move until Inga pushed me at 8 in the morning.

- Get up, sleep, go have breakfast before a walk! - she said and gave me a long kiss. “And I would like to discuss something with you while we eat.”